Chapter 291
Chapter 291
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 291
Chapter Title: Winter Serenade
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—Slurp, slurp. Slurp.
I suckled on Lisha's nipple for what felt like ages, pouring every ounce of my passion into it.
If there's such a thing as a miracle, this has to be it. Excluding some hazy memory from infancy I'd long forgotten, this was hands-down my first taste of breast milk—and it felt delicious.
—Slurp, slurp.
How could it taste this good...!
I had no idea if Lisha had customized even her own breast milk. All I knew was that I was lost in bliss, suckling like a newborn babe.
"Hnnngh... Haaahhh...! Hnngh!"
As the nursing grew more intense, Lisha let out a stream of moans.
Getting aroused during nursing...! Damn it all! That sight fired me up too, and blood rushed back to my dick, which I'd thought was utterly spent.
That's just what breast milk between two adults means.
—Smooch.
"Aaaahh!! N-No more... it's not coming out...!"
Finally, her milk ran dry.
I squeezed her breast and suckled hard, but nothing more came.
"I told you... to stop...!"
All that was left was regret. I teased her nipple with my tongue anyway, chasing milk that wasn't there. It still wasn't enough.
I wanted more.
I wanted to suckle all day long...!
I ignored her command and latched on fiercely again, only for Lisha to push my head away.
"Hah...! Haaa... Still not satisfied?"
She patted my back as if to calm me. Though she was panting heavily, the nursing seemed to have soothed her heart—her face was full of tender affection.
I looked up at her and nodded slowly.
I still wasn't satisfied.
"...You're far too vigorous for a child."
"No more coming out, Reh?"
I pleaded like a beggar, and Lisha blushed, averting her eyes with a cough. I hugged her tight, nuzzling my face into her breast like a spoiled kid.
"A-Alright. Just pull back a moment. I'll make more come out."
A dream come true!
"...!"
She sat up and summoned a flask with magic. Glancing at me, she gulp downed it in one go. My heart pounded so hard I could barely contain myself.
She's letting me do it again!
"Hmm... I've never tested it twice in a row, so I'm not sure if it'll work."
Kneeling on the bed, Lisha began kneading her own breasts. They jiggled lewdly with every motion of her hands. Quite the erotic sight.
—Knead, knead.
What if nothing comes out?
As I watched anxiously, her movements grew more frantic.
"Hnnngh...! Haaahh...! I-I can't stop my hands...!"
Her frenzied motions turned into rough self-caressing.
Touching her breasts must have aroused her again. Damn it...! My own excitement surged right along with hers. Lust I'd thought depleted came roaring back...!
"Haaaaahhhh!!!!"
Lisha climaxed while pinching her nipple.
And then—
—Spurt!
Breast milk burst forth again!
"Haa... Good, it came out."
Her face utterly melted, Lisha panted hot breaths as she looked at me, then patted her thigh. No way!
"Hee hee hee... Lie down here."
"Th-Thigh pillow!"
"Come on, lie down."
I was so thrilled I nearly screamed. My dick felt like it might explode. I eagerly laid my head on Lisha's thigh.
"...!"
The view before me: the undersides of her breasts, dripping milk drop by drop. Milk trickled from her nipples, wetting my face.
This... is a dream!
There was no other way to describe such a beautiful scene!
"You look so happy."
Lisha said, stroking my face.
I really was too happy to contain it.
"I-I'm so happy!!!"
"Of course you are—this lady is nursing you. Now... this side's perked up again too. Even after all that..."
—Grab.
Lisha reached out and gripped my rock-hard dick. Pleasure zinged up my spine straight to my brain... Oh yeah!
"Then I'll have to tend to both ends."
Nursing handjob!
"Do as you please. I'll do the same."
"Lady Lisha!!!"
"Should've used this method from the start."
The moment permission dropped, I mauled her breasts, squeezing out milk wildly. Lisha moaned and stroked my shaft in return.
Suckling milk while getting a handjob... No way I could hold back in such a stimulating setup. Burning with arousal, I wrung out her milk and gulped it all down.
"Haaaahh...! Hnnnngaaaahh!!!! Y-You're sucking too hard!!! Go slower...!!! Hnnngh?!?!"
Milk sprayed wildly, soaking my upper body. It felt like such a waste that I focused to suck up every drop without spilling.
—Gulp, gulp.
As Lisha's milk slid down my throat, her soft, hot hand pumped my dick furiously.
—Slurp, slurp. Slurp.
—Slap slap slap slap slap.
The sounds of suckling milk mingled with the slapping of her hand against my groin. I couldn't hold it anymore. A massive load erupted, fitting my insane arousal.
"Kyaa, kyaa!"
Lisha yelped in surprise as semen shot high.
After taking creampie after creampie with the same vigor, now she reacts like that. But ejaculation and nursing are separate beasts. I latched back on, and she resumed stroking.
"Hnnngh...! Hnngh! Haaaangh!!"
Lisha's waist tensed.
Just nursing me had her feeling it intensely—she kept climaxing nonstop. Her nipples were as sensitive as Karin's.
It felt like every suck of milk turned straight to semen. Like drifting off on a cloud, I drank endlessly while she jerked me off. Her moans were a soothing lullaby.
"...But Lady Lisha."
"Haa... haa... What is it?"
Midway, a question popped up. I pulled off her nipple to ask. Lisha finally caught her breath and stopped stroking.
"Why do you even have milk-inducing drugs?"
That was bugging me.
Why would Lisha have something this dreamy?
"...Don't ask."
Her answer was silence.
"No, come on! Tell me! Don't I deserve to know what I'm drinking?!"
Unable to contain my curiosity, I started to sit up, half-ready to spank her butt. Lisha pressed me down with her palm.
"Ask any more, and nursing ends here!"
"You can't be serious!"
Fine, no choice.
I shelved the question, grabbed her breast, and latched on again.
"Hnnngh...! Haa... No need to think about useless things... Ngh!"
Thus, our twisted, maniacal mother-child play continued until neither milk nor semen flowed anymore.
After the long session ended, I lay beside Lisha once more.
"Really... I can't help loving you."
"...Thank you, Lady Lisha."
She hugged me and whispered in my ear. I felt the same about her. Was it the milk's effect...? Her warmth and love seeped into my heart.
"Hee hee. Tasty?"
"It was so tasty..."
My belly was stuffed.
I must've lost my mind.
"It's a bit strange... The taste isn't really my thing..."
What did she just say?
"What?"
"Hm?"
"Lady Lisha... have you... tried it yourself?"
"..."
Suspecting the worst, I pressed like an interrogator. Silence fell instantly. No way, this witch... what does she do alone at home...?
"H-Hhee hee hee... I should make more potion. Come back anytime. I'll do anything for you."
Lisha suddenly laughed in a mature tone, clearly changing the subject.
"...What about the milk?"
"You drank that much and still want more? You're truly hopeless."
She gazed at me like she was coaxing a child, caressing my face. Her deflection showed how embarrassed she was.
Lust stirred again at the sight.
"No, that's not—earlier you said..."
"...Such a spoiled child."
—Squeeze.
Her grip on my face tightened.
...She was playing innocent.
Fine, whatever.
I let it slide and got her firm promise: breast milk anytime. An unbelievable satisfaction and joy welled up faintly in my chest.
"As much as you want."
Every visit, she'll let me drink.
—Rustle.
Night deepened.
Before I knew it, Lisha had shrunk back to her usual petite girl form. Long legs and huge breasts vanished like the match girl’s illusion.
I considered leaping off the bed in panic, but she was already in a black negligee, so it was fine.
"...I overdid it a bit today."
Tiny Lisha burrowed into my arms.
She looked as exhausted as I felt. My lust had long faded, of course—I wasn't some pervert who gets hard for little girls.
With that in mind, I stroked her small back.
"Really... you have such firm tastes. This form won't do?"
"No, what kind of talk is that? It's a crime, a crime."
"Hee hee hee."
Her speech had shifted from haughty to soft and gentle.
I had no clue why she stayed in girl form, but I hoped the curse would lift soon, letting her stay adult permanently.
"Won't you sleep with me?"
Lisha asked, but I couldn't stay out overnight.
"...I should head back soon."
"Such a shame... The night feels so long."
Her arms tightened around me.
"At least stay till I fall asleep?"
I silently stroked the nape of her neck.
Pleased, Lisha snuggled closer and breathed softly. Her quiet breaths soon turned rhythmic and deeply peaceful.
"..."
The night... was deep...
Come to think of it, I hadn't even dealt with the spirit core—my original goal.
What was I even doing out here?
What to tell Winia? Should I consult Claudie about this too? Thoughts swirled.
But thinking of Claudie erased the worries.
"Hnnng..."
I tucked Lisha in, then slipped into the room's shower for a quick rinse—my body was covered in fluids. I washed fast, dressed quietly, and tiptoed downstairs.
—Swoosh.
On the glass table sat a scrap of paper.
Folded like a note... probably for me. It requested a Sasquatch heart and Snowtail tail if I got them.
Wait, when did she prepare this?
And Sasquatch is overkill; what's a Snowtail?
[Even if you don't get them, come back quick if you can.]
"..."
That was scribbled at the end.
I pocketed it quietly and stepped outside.
It was pitch dark out.
"Mama Claudie..."
I murmured her name, thinking of her.
Mama.
Lisha fed me milk, sure—but that didn't make her my mama. My one and only mama... was Claudie. There's only one mama.
I pondered deeply as I wandered the slums.
The pondering brought a sudden laugh.
"Heh. Drunk on milk, huh."
Seriously contemplating this? Lisha's milk must've gone to my head.
"Thinking stuff like this..."
The otherworldly night sky with its moon of vengeance wasn't half bad. I bellowed like a fool at Teacher Sseolun's compass, stumbling home drunk on milk.
"Aaaahhh!!!! This way! That way! Look all around~!"
This was my serenade echoing through the winter.